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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31717 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The feeling was akin to a caress. Gentle and sensual. Like someone was fluttering his fingers over her cheekbone, down to the soft spot behind her ear. She gasped and shook her head.
“What a…?”
She continued to gently rub his scalp until his hair started to squeak under her fingers. Washing off the sudds she felt it again.
Slow ethereal fingers, slight crackle similar to electricity gliding down her neck, sending shivers and goosebumps all over her skin. She breathed out audibly and closed her eyes for a moment or two.
“I have to check something, I’ll be back in a moment.” She whispered to the man in the tub.
Another caress, fluttering over her throat forced her to stand up abruptly and swirl, glaring around the bathroom.
The whisper, like a breath on her earlobe.
She turned glaring at Severus. He was sitting in the same position, unmovable. She frowned.
“Do you think Malfoy Manor has ghosts?” Hermione asked Severus who remained silent and static. I’m imagining things now. “Let us finish washing your hair and get you out of that tub.”
She returned to her task, enjoying the feeling of wet strands gliding through her hands. Her fingers touched the skin on his neck. Something like a tingle spread through her hand. She pulled her arm.
Lovely. She thought. Why am I reacting this way? Was he right? Do I molest him because I need male company?
She shook head. No, that wasn’t it. She hugged Harry all the time. She even kissed Draco on the cheek once… fine, kissing Draco is opposite of …
The fluttering touch made her gasp again. A slow glide down the length of her spine. Her skin erupted in goosebumps once more. She was unsure should she arch her back in or from that touch. Magic crackled in the air.
She sat on her heels and pressed her forehead on the cold porcelain of the tub, next to his head. The heat that warmed her insides ignited her skin. Slow throb pulsated between her legs. Hermione could see that her nipples perked up under thin tank-top.
She issued the sound between a growl and a moan. Helping him I managed to work myself into the spot, it seems.
Hermione would like nothing more than that she was alone in the bathroom. A quick shower would solve the problem. Maybe it is some sort of Pavlov reflex? Her voyeuristic escapades usually ended under the shower. Not that she was ready to admit herself - why?
The persistent touch travelled over her skin. Her back, stomach, legs. Making her tingle all over. Eliciting moist to gather at her core. Shortening her breath.
The touch was seductive, tender, oddly respectful, almost bordering on worship. This is how she imagined that the touch should feel like. The touch given by someone who loves her. She raised her head shaking it.
“I should take you out of the tub. You are going to prune.” She rasped. The invisible force just brushed a kiss - a kiss - to her inner thigh.
Magic! Someone is using magic on me!
She glared at the man in the tub. He was unchanged. Hermione chuckled and shook her head.
“No, no. How silly of me.”
But the fact was - someone did use magic on her. Well controlled magic. But who? Malfoy’s were out of the house, all of them. Only living beings in the Manor were Severus, her and elves.
It must be a ghost.
Some random, randy ghost. Oh, Gods! Her eyes fluttered closed and her back arched. A soft caress on the outer rim of her breast, a lick over her pert nipple and then a slow blow of air. That felt so good.
I can’t be serious!
But she was. She was actually contemplating to allow this, whatever it was, to continue. She enjoyed this non-corporeal touch - it felt real enough to her.
A light scratch on her lower back and wet, sucking feeling on her other nipple. She moaned releasing the puff of air. Her skin heated up more, coating her with light perspiration. The throb between her legs intensified. Her knees glided apart over the tiled floor on their own.
This is a bad idea.
Her mind was getting fuzzy and she shook her head to clear it. Her cheek brushed against wet hair and she yelped quietly.
Gods! I forgot about him!
Scrambling over the floor, away from Severus, Hermione whimpered. She completely forgot about him. Whoever, whatever this was - she won’t fight it - it felt too bloody good. But she was far from allowing something to happen while she is sitting back to back with her ex-professor.
He was her professor once! The small voice in her head reminded her that she had sex, voluntary or not, with said professor. That she just gave him a hand job. Hermione shook her head again. The same persistent voice also reminded her that she missed touching him.
That her skin tingles when she touched him. The same way her skin is buzzing now.
Leaning on the sower wall she arched her back, closing her eyes when invisible lips travelled down her abdomen to her hips… and lower. She widened her legs and arched her back.
That was it! The feeling, the experience she kept hearing about. The tenderness and passion. The seduction and worship. It wasn’t the act but the sensation evoked by the act.
Heat licked her skin like flames. Her clothes vanished and the warm spray of water soaked her. She just arched more. Hermione could swear that she could feel lips and tongue and teeth on that sensitive spot and fingers embedded inside her.
She bit her lip nearly to the blood, trying to prevent sounds. Her breath coming out in laboured muffled puffs. The invisible fingers pressed and rubbed something, some obscured spot inside her. Pressure coiled in her pelvis, rising up, choking her.
And suddenly the feel of fingers was replaced by something… Something… The feeling of familiarity… Her hips danced of their own. Hermione widened her eyes and her head snapped in the direction of the bathtub.
Severus was still sitting there, positioned by her like a mannequin.
The pressure whizzed through her head, whistling in her ears. Burstin in a myriad of white and black spots. Forcing the air from her lungs and strangled whimper. Her eyes still wide open, glued to the back of head covered with black wet hair.
No, no, no. I’m losing my mind.
Breathing heavily, she curled under the warm spray. Dragging her shaky knees to her chest. This was disconcerting.
This was the best experience in her life.
This felt sick and twisted.
It felt like bliss.
It felt like love.
It felt like…
She shook her head pressing her forehead to her knees. Hermione was mortified.
Gods! What’s wrong with me? I just had sex with a ghost in the bathroom of Malfoy Manor. Possibly the best sex I'll ever have. I just had sex with a ghost in the same bathroom with my ex-professor sitting in a bathtub just a few paces away! Merlin!
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Draco opened the door in a rush.
“Why are you still here, Granger?” He asked somewhat angry at her.
His eyes widened and he quickly turned around. Not the picture I wanted to see - ever.
He heard her shriek.
“What are you doing, Granger?” He asked, confused and bit worried at the same time. His back still turned to the bathroom.
“I...right...taking a shower.” Came shaky, thorn, reply. “What are you doing here?”
“Never mind that. Just…” He trailed off. What should he say to her? He certainly couldn't say why he was really there.
“Right. Can you...ummm…”
“Yes, sure.” Se stuttered, cutting the air with a hand. He needed to go away more than she needed him gone. As the bundle of clothes floated next to him, he nodded -more to himself than to her.
Stepping into the room Draco shook his head. He actually felt guilty for leaving her to deal with Severus alone. And he rushed back home when he remembered that she probably can’t transport Severus to the room alone.
Now, he felt twice as guilty. He didn’t see much but what he saw was worrying. Granger looked devastated. She was so miserable curled on herself under that shower. Shaking like a leaf.
If it wasn’t so bad, the entire situation would be funny. In a million years he couldn’t even imagine Granger taking a shower in the same bathroom while Severus is still in there, in the tub. Albeit, Severus was a living doll at the moment and his back was turned to the shower, but still….
He frowned. How traumatic had to be entire experience if she was like that? He was convinced... Well, so many gossips floated around about her and Weasley and Potter, not to mention Krum. Obviously, those gossips were unfounded. Fantastic! Now I feel guilty because of the mud...muggleborn, Granger no less.
And even if he fumed inside he still felt guilty. That was annoying.
The light sound from behind forced him to turn around. She was at the door dressed in a jogging suit as she called it. Buttoned up to the throat. Her face shaded in deep dark red. Eyes darting everywhere.
The guilt bit at him again.
“What were you doing taking shower with him in the bathroom?” He barked.
Not what he wanted to say, but the entire situation was highly embarrassing. Not just for her. He had a feeling that he will sink through the floor the moment he opened the bathroom door.
“I… I wasn’t…” She still couldn’t form a sentence. She looked pitiful.
“Yes, well… Maybe I shouldn’t leave you…” He cleared his throat. “I better go and get him out of the water. He is pruned like a raisin by now.”
“Umm yes.” She blushed deeper and turned towards the bathroom, he stopped her “No, I don’t need another trauma like I had a few minutes ago. Just stay here and wait.”
He entered the bathroom and walked to the bathtub. He didn’t know what he would do if she tried to help him and ended up in the shower again. He presumed that she ended up in the shower to calm her nerves. Merlin knows, he did the same. Too many times to feel comfortable even thinking about it.
Severus was pruned. But his condition seemed unchanged. Draco was sure that Severus would hex him and Grange to the next week if he knew what happened tonight. What really happened?
He let the water drain and dried Severus with a towel. Charmin one chair in to a makeshift stretch he tugged Severus out of the bathtub. He shuddered and took the pyjama bottoms. He hated this part.
Closing his eyes, pulled the bottoms all the way up. He did use just a bit of wandless magic to lift Severus. There was no way he would touch the man - there. Draco had healthy survival instincts, in his own opinion.
That brought him back to the question - what really happened here?
Gently pulling Severus into a sitting position he slipped his hands in sleeves, one by one. Finally, he carefully pulled the neck hole over Severus’s head. When Severus was dressed, he charmed the stretch to float.
Granger already prepared the bed, and they transferred Severus to it.
Onc everything was done he cleared his throat. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“Yes… ummm… you see….”
“Fine. Can you at least tell me what did you do?” He smirked.
“Took a bath.” She blinked.
“With Severis. What did you do with Severus.” He clarified.
“Washed him. Same way I always do.” She shrugged. “Well, not the same, I did have to wash…” Her face erupted in red.
“Merlin Granger!” He breathed out, suddenly realising. “Are you… Do you really think I…?” He couldn’t finish.
“Well, I don’t know. I… I presumed….” She choked gazing at the rug. “What do you do?”
“Ummm, just drain the water and use the shower hose and head…. I told you not to do what I wouldn’t.”
“And how was I supposed to know?” She snapped still staring at the rug.
“Ask I presume.” Now he really felt guilty, and he hated it. With a smirk, he wiggled his eyebrows. “Did he enjoyed at least?”
That was supposed to be a joke, but he realised his mistake when she issued a small unidentifiable sound. She looked mortified. Graner swiftly walked to her sofa, curling again. He sighed. This was supposed to be a joke.
On the other hand, he couldn’t afford to be friendly to her. She might take it the wrong way. He wasn’t her friend. This was a clean trade - she helped him so he was helping her and Severus.
This is going to retaliate.
He slouched his shoulders and took a cover from the sofa, placing it over her shoulders.
“Well, I won't make the same mistake twice. I won’t leave you to take care of him alone again.”
She snapped her head looking at him with wide mortified eyes, red in the face. He frowned.
“I want to live, Granger. And he will kill me if I let you continue to do… what you did. Rest now. I’ll be here in the morning.” He signed.
He was at the door when she called him.
“Malfoy…” She still sounded uncertain and shaken.
“What?” He looked at her.
“Does...does Malfoy Manor have ghosts?”
“No.” That’s an odd question. “Why, did you seen one?”
“No, I was just curious. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She dismissed him quietly.
Normally, he’d be upset. He’d stay and argue. But not tonight. Tonight she deserved just a bit of slack. He left her to stare at Severus, hoping that she will snap out of whatever caused her to act like this.
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